Until Friday Night (The Field Party #1)(62)

When she reached me, I stepped back and let her walk out into the hallway before closing the door and giving us the privacy we needed.

“Are you okay?” I asked, fighting the urge to reach out and pull her against me.

“I’m fine,” she replied in a whisper.

“I’ll handle Raleigh. She won’t bother you again. I swear it,” I said fiercely.

She shrugged. “She cares about you. She was defending you.”

No. Raleigh cared about herself. This hadn’t been about me. She’d seen an opening to attack Maggie, and she’d taken it. “If she cared about me, she wouldn’t have touched you. People who care about me would protect you. Like Nash.” Maggie lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes reflected so many of the same emotions I was trying to deal with. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I know. But I was hurting you. I wasn’t being what you needed.”

She broke our eye contact as she glanced down the hallway. “You just lost your dad, West. I should have been more sensitive.”

Screw not touching her. I reached out and covered her hand with mine. “You were right. I was using you as a way to cope. I wasn’t giving you anything in return. I was obsessed with having you beside me. Knowing you were mine. That wasn’t helping you. That was my trying to own you.”

She didn’t respond. But she didn’t move her hand away either.

“We started this because you could listen and understand what I was dealing with when no one else could. Yes, you became my crutch. I wanted to be near you to draw from this amazing strength of yours.”

She sniffled but didn’t look back at me.

“Things changed, though. Yes, you became someone I could lean on, but you also became more than that. I looked forward to hearing your voice, seeing your smile, and, God, listening to you laugh. I love the way you laugh. All of those things became things I loved. I would have never . . .” I stopped. What I needed to say I wanted to make sure I said right. I didn’t want to screw it up. This was important. This was my chance to fix all I’d messed up.

“That night we . . . when we slept together. Maggie, I—” I needed her to look at me. Reaching over, I slid a finger under her chin and turned her face until her eyes met mine. “Maggie, I knew I loved you then. I didn’t tell you because my emotions were so raw that night. I didn’t make love to you because I needed comfort. I made love to you because I wanted to be as close to you as possible. Because, although I had lost my dad, I had been given you. Someone who made me feel whole inside. Who gave me a reason to smile every day. And I let myself go a little insane with my need to hold on to you. I don’t want to possess you, Maggie. I want to belong to you. I’m willing to give you all the time you need. But you have to know I am in love with you.” I dropped my finger from underneath her chin and moved my hand away from hers.

She didn’t say anything as her wide eyes filled with tears. It took every ounce of willpower I could muster to leave her there and walk away.

Do-Over

CHAPTER 47

MAGGIE

He loved me.

Everything he said was more . . . It was what I needed. The sadness and ache that had taken up permanent residence in my heart were lifted. West Ashby loved me. I wasn’t just someone he needed to get through his loss. I was more than that.

“Wait,” I called. He’d walked off behind me, and I turned around to see he’d only gotten halfway down the hall. He stopped, and for a second I wasn’t sure he was going to look at me. When he finally did, his eyes held hope. So much hope I could see it from where I stood.

I called out to him again. “I didn’t want you to wake up one day and not need me anymore. I wouldn’t have been able to survive that kind of heartbreak. I wanted more. I fell in love with you, and it terrified me.”

He started walking back to me, his long strides determined as he kept his eyes locked on mine. When he reached me, he cupped my face in his hands and stared down at me. “Thank God,” he said fiercely before his lips covered mine.

I clung to his shoulders as happy tears slid down my cheeks. His thumbs brushed them away as our tongues collided and we held on to each other as if it were the last time.

“You’re not real good with the giving-her-space thing, are you?” Brady’s voice startled me, and I pulled back and glanced over West’s shoulder to see my cousin looking more amused than anything.

West grinned, then pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose before sliding his arm around me and turning to look at Brady. “Apparently not,” he drawled as he smirked at my cousin.

Brady laughed and shook his head. “As long as she’s happy,” he replied. Then his gaze met mine. He was looking for an affirmation from me.

“I’m very happy,” I assured him.

He nodded then moved his gaze back to West. “Show me that you deserve her.”

West’s arm tightened around me. “I will.”

“Good. Because I can’t go kick Raleigh’s ass, but I can kick yours.”

This time it was me who laughed.

Tonight I had a date with West. A real date. The kind a couple goes on. The kind we’d never really had before.

It was only slightly awkward when Uncle Boone asked West where we were going and reminded him to take good care of me. I think I preferred sneaking out of my window to that. West didn’t seem bothered by it, though; he seemed pleased more than anything.